How we made a 6 hour layover in Santo Domingo fun
From Miami with Love: My continued love affair with the Magic City
Miami has long felt like a second home to me and like many other islanders I have been visiting the city regularly since early childhood. The reason for visiting is always the same: shopping or as a layover on the way to Orlando to see the famous mouse. I understand why we islanders choose Miami out of countless other destinations in the world to visit again and again. While most people visit Miami for its beaches and sexy nightlife, we islanders choose Miami for the simple reason that it is affordable, at least it used to be, we get to shop till we drop, something that is not possible on most islands and we get access to items and restaurants that we’ve only seen advertised on American TV. Beaches and sexy nightlife are two things we are very familiar with already. It doesn’t get any sexier and the beaches don’t any sandier than in the Caribbean.
Throwback Trip: The time I got robbed on a train to Antwerp
It happens now and then. You’re in between trips and you have no clue WTF to write about but then it hits you; what about all of those trips you took before you decided to enter the wonderful and oh, so exciting world of travel blogging?
Some times it feels like I have done more traveling before starting this blog than after. Perhaps the reality is a bit different and my take on it is a little misshapen because of my perceived “lack” of travels lately.
So, while I’m patiently waiting for the day I get to hand over my boarding pass to a bored ground stewardess and I finally board the plane to my next exciting destination, allow me to entertain you with tales of my recent past.
Let me tell you about the time I got robbed on the train to Antwerp.
Guest Blog Post: How 8 days in Cuba felt like 8 years
By Gerson Eleonora – Writer for Skempi.com, History Buff and an Aficionado of all things Caribbean
Well, you saw the title so let me just jump right in here: With Fidel Castro’s passing last November Cuba experienced a resurgence in news presence for a minute. Hate him or love him, you can’t deny that Castro put that island nation on the map. I mean, no disrespect to Ernesto Lecuona, Chano Pozo and the other world famous Cuban artists from the first half of the 20th century but, albeit in a polarizing manner, Fidel Castro took Cuba’s brand name on the global stage to a ubiquitous realm.
It was this strange mystique that had always pulled me to our somewhat taciturn Caribbean cousin to the north.
Guest Blog Post: Luxury found in Punta de Mita, Mexico
By Jeremiah Eleonora a.k.a. The Atlanta Islander – Self proclaimed travel snob, luxury connoisseur and “W” Hotel fan.
Back in the days when I used to call Europe my home I used to love city trips……. Taking in the culture, shopping, partying or simply kicking it back and unplugging from the hassles of everyday life – it also made short hops to those old, monumental and historical cities scattered all over Europe easy, fast and affordable.
A few years ago I moved from the Netherlands to the US. Traveling in Europe, from country to country of course has much more of an allure than traveling within the US, where after just one visit or two to a US city you’ve pretty much seen it all. Then there is the fact that I now travel to some of these cities so frequently for work and thus traveling for fun within the US just doesn’t cut it anymore. So, I’ve started to venture a lot more into the Caribbean and Central America. These trips are usually just a few hours away from my new hometown of Atlanta, and are thus perfect for long weekends and some R&R
One of the easiest hops to a different world I’ve made recently, is to my Southern neighbors of Mexico, a country with a long history and a rich and diverse culture, which includes the ever so mythical Mayas, the Mariachi music , (real) Tacos, Mezcal, and many other “surprises”.
Guest Blog Post: Sin City, Hangovers and the Island Girl
By Esdra Richardson – Island Girl, Entrepreneur, Poet, Foodie and Alcohol Enthusiast
Hot as balls.
That’s what it was. Hot as balls.
I mean… I don’t have balls nor do I really know how hot they can be, but just a few days in, it became clear. Las Vegas in the Summer is hot as balls… Or the devil’s toenails, whichever island saying you like the most.